Nah, I didn't get any more sleep yesterday. Tried a coupla times, didn't work, gave up on it, drank a pot of coffee instead.

Not a bad night, work-wise. Damned good thing, too. I found out that what I've had and what Karen has are pretty common... it takes about a week to be rid of it enough to work, and two weeks to be over it. And there are always those who die from it.

I'm definitely draggin', and this will be short. No energy to think of anything clever to say, and no energy to type it in even if I could. But if I could actually think of something worthwhile, I would try my best to type it up.

No chance.

Tomorrow, maybe...